He still looked down at me as if he wanted to eat me.
I sucked in a breath when his hand stroked down the middle of my chest.
"You're very smooth."
My cheeks flushed as I glanced away. I'd never developed chest hair, much to my shame. I was as smooth now as the day I was born. Just bigger and more developed.
"Hey." Abe grabbed my chin and pulled my head back around. "I don't have any hair either." Abe's grin was infectious. I found myself smiling back at him. "With a little baby oil, we could slide all over each other."
Why did that sound so perverted?
And so hot?
"I have oil," I whispered. "It's not baby oil, but…"
I forgot to breath when Abe's fingers went to the buttons on my pants. The sound of my zipper lowering echoed loudly through the room. Abe scooted back to kneel between my legs. He grabbed the hem of each pant leg then slowly pulled my pants down my legs.
I couldn't understand why he was going so slow. It would have been quicker for me to stand up beside the bed and take my pants off. "Abe—"
"I only get one first time, Danny. No matter where things go between us in the future, I only ever get this once to see you for the very first time. I'm going to enjoy it."
Okay, that made sense, but I wished he'd hurry up.
I was going to combust.
Once I was naked and lying there in the middle of the mattress, Abe just stood at the end of the bed and stared down at me. It was a little unnerving.
Hell, who was I kidding? It was a lot unnerving.
"Abe?"
"You're more gorgeous than I thought," Abe whispered as his gaze roamed over every inch of me. "Just look at you."
"I'd rather look at you."
Abe's eyes snapped up to me before an easy grin crossed his lips. My pulse pounded as I watched him strip off his clothes, one article at a time.
"Jesus, and you think I'm beautiful?" I whispered once he was naked.
The man had obviously not looked in a mirror lately. He was a massive, self-confident man who had an air of authority about him and the appearance of one who demanded instant obedience.
I wanted to do whatever he said.
I slowly looked him over, starting at the top of his close-cropped hair then moved down. His lips were firm and sensual. The set of his chin suggested a stubborn streak, but there were touches of humor around his mouth and near his eyes.
I liked that.
He looked very powerful, his chest broad and muscular. A tattoo that I would have to ask him about later—much later—covered nearly all of his right pectoral muscle. His chest narrowed down to slim hips and muscular thighs.
What hung between those thick thighs made my ass clench. I just wasn't sure if it came from anticipation or fear. I'd heard the rumors of course. I knew certain men were supposed to be more well hung than others. I'd always chalked it up to gossip and ego.
This man clearly had every reason to brag. His balls hung heavy from a thick thatch of dark curls. His cock—sweet mercy—his cock pointed up nearly to his belly button. It was heavily veined and nearly as thick as my wrist.
I gulped as I stared at it, unable to look away. "We're going to need a lot of lube."
Buckets.
I'd had sex before, but it hadn't been that enjoyable, which was probably why I hadn't done it again. And the man I was with had only been as big as Abe in his own imagination. He certainly hadn't been that big in real life.
